Page 167 of Fixation
“That’s it,” I praise her for being mine. “That’s a good girl. I feel better now that you’re being so good for me.”
The fire in me is ever-present.
Then violence transforms into lust.
This. This is what I had hoped for when I walked in here.
I’m ache for her. Fucking the bed harder. Sucking and licking Harper’s clit in a way that must hurt.
Must be good too, since her pussy spasms lightly.
“Take it.” I lift my hands to palm her tits, fingers pinching her nipples. My cock leaks. “The humiliation. The pain.”
Deep inside, she’s wide awake for this. For me. I look up at her, a string of my spit connecting me and her pussy. Breathless, I lick it off my bottom lip.
“This intense pleasure, kitten.” I spread kisses on her clit. “That’s why you’re crying. You love it. You hate that you do. You hate how even though youownme…” I pound the bed, getting this close to shooting my load on top of her sheets. “You’ll forever be my fuck doll.”
The tiniest shriek, the softest squeeze, and she’s coming. Her thighs barely brush my face since she’s paralyzed.
Yet I can tell.
She’s coming, but I don’t let up.
I’m ravenous and vengeful and furious at the world. I take her clit between my teeth while her orgasm drips down her crack. Fucking her bed until I’m about to come.
Until I’m right fucking there.
“Fuck. Harper.” I pinch her nipples without a shred of mercy as my orgasm taints her sheets. Burying my face in her cunt andswiping my tongue on her without a rhyme or reason, tasting anything I can get my lips on.
Breathing hard, I get off the bed.
“My girl.” I strip completely, leaving my clothes in a heap on the floor.
Then I’m back where I belong, kneeling between her legs. Kissing her tortured nipples and watching the paths of her dried tears. Getting turned on all over again for a different reason this time.
There’s a twisted gleam in Harper’s eyes.
It wasn’t there before.
“Filthy and needy. You’ve been such a good plaything for me. But we’re not done. See, Harper, I’m hard again. I’m hard and you’re my wide-eyed, helpless little thing.”
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HARPER
I’m going to punch Anderson. I’m going to throttle him.
I’m going to be his for the rest of my life.
These thoughts aren’t as clear as the ones that I have when I’m not drugged.
These are more like ideas. More like feelings.
Floating and disappearing.
Here and gone.
While my mind works, the rest of my body is frozen.
